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Hello Again! I’m here to tell you that A Killer Past (A Quinn Winters Novel) is finally LIVE on all platforms. Be sure to go grab your copy today! I’m waiting on Createspace to stop being a pain, so I can get my paperback copies in. Reviews are trickling in and so far so good! 🙂 I’m already starting to plot out the next Quinn Winters Novel.

I’m very excited to share with you the cover for A Killer Past (A Quinn Winters Novel). It will be a series of novels, but they can all be read as standalone books. It’s here and I can’t wait any longer… so here you go!

Synopsis
Agent Quinn Winters has worked hard to get where she is today. She is an elite FBI profiler, as well as a submissive. She tries to balance the two, but through the years, she’s always put her career first. Except, when it comes to her best friend Agent Willow Mavros. They have been best friends since college and know each other better than anyone else.

A new case has come across Agent Winters and her team’s desk. A case that threatens to break them all. As she and her team get deeper into the case, every decision she makes will not only affect her career but her submissive lifestyle as well.

If she can’t figure out who the killer is in time, she could lose one of her teammates forever.

Excerpt – Copyright Ivy Love 2018

Killer:

An unconscious girl sits tied to a lone chair in the middle of an empty room, her dark hair matted to her face as she awaits a fate not even she realizes she has been chosen for.

I watch from the corner, waiting for her to regain consciousness. I’ve done this enough now to know just the right amount of drug to use so I don’t get bored waiting for my new friend to wake up. I’m not sure which is more of a thrill at this point. The actual kill or the calling card I leave for my new friend, Agent Winters. I enjoy watching these idiots run around trying to connect the dots and failing. Then they had to call her. Now, I get to watch her struggle to connect the dots. I don’t take pleasure in seeing her struggle, but it’s an important piece of the puzzle. She isn’t dumb, she just can’t see the big picture, yet. But she will… and when she does. It will be something she’ll never forget. I can’t wait.

My new friend is stirring now. The fun is about to begin. I love watching them wake up, looking around, trying to figure out where they are. The confusion evident on their faces. Watching them as their confusion turns to terror when they realize they’re bound and unable to move. It brings me an indescribable thrill. I watch as her eyes dart around the room widening as she realizes her situation. I always wonder what is going through their minds in this moment. I’ve asked, but they never answer me. They just beg and plead for their worthless lives.

I can feel the excitement beginning to bubble inside me. It’s almost time to reveal myself. Not yet though, she’s not ready. She’s not afraid enough. There’s a moment when I can feel their fear in the room. When that moment happens, that’s when I show myself. It’s when I feel ready, because their fear is inside me, it’s as if I can feel it running through my veins.

I can hear her breaths quickening, her muffled cries getting louder and the chair scraping against the concrete floor.